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By Bruce Cockburn, I was half asleep in the washroom when they came
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By Bruce Cockburn, Silent night Holy night All is calm All is bright
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By Bruce Cockburn, Somebody touched me
Making everything new
Somebody touched me
I didn't know what
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By Bruce Cockburn, All the days we've been together
All the days we've been
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By Bruce Cockburn, I'm going to ask the question
Please answer if you
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By Bruce Cockburn, When the wild-eyed dogs of day to day
Come snapping at
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By Bruce Cockburn, I was up all night, socializing
Trying to keep the latent
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By Bruce Cockburn, You knelt on the carpet
Crimson and stained
Light trickled over your
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By Bruce Cockburn, Strikes across the frontier and strikes for higher wage
Planet lurches
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By Bruce Cockburn, (CHORUS:)
Tie me at the crossroads when I die
Hang me in
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By Bruce Cockburn, There's a black and white crow on the back of
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By Bruce Cockburn, Slid out of my dreams like a baby out of
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By Bruce Cockburn, Sun's up, uh hum, looks okay
The world survives into another
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By Bruce Cockburn, Woman cry -- chase man down street crying "No Chuckie,
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By Bruce Cockburn, There's a knot in my gut
As I gaze out today
On
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By Bruce Cockburn, She said she wanted me
I had to let her know
It
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By Bruce Cockburn, Bruce Cockburn
Life Short Call Now
Billboards promise paradise
And tattoos "done
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By Bruce Cockburn, You can't tell me there is no mystery
Mystery
Mystery
You can't tell
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By Bruce Cockburn, Met a mercenary once
Pushing lethal steel
Wanted me to watch his
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By Bruce Cockburn, L ron N ron every kind of ron con
Neocon old
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By Bruce Cockburn, Endless silver
Wave forms crash in
Sea's too big to fit in
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By Bruce Cockburn, These shoes have walked some strange streets
Stranger still to
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By Bruce Cockburn, After the rain in the streets, light flows like blood
I
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By Bruce Cockburn, Centered on silence
Counting on nothing
I saw You standing on the
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By Bruce Cockburn, Underneath the mask of the sulphur sky
A bunch of us
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By Bruce Cockburn, Sunday night, and it's half past 9
I'm leaving one more
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By Bruce Cockburn, crashing in the kitchen, noises in the hall
roll over and
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By Bruce Cockburn, Something jewlled slips away
Round the next bend with a splash
Laughing
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By Bruce Cockburn, They're getting prepared to haul a car out of the
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By Bruce Cockburn, Look at them working,
In the hot sun.
The pilloried saints,
And the
